Hell Released (Hell Happened Book 3) by Terry Stenzelbarton, Jordan Stenzelbarton
Authors: Terry Stenzelbarton, Jordan Stenzelbarton
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Chuck’s gun aimed at him. “Drop it,” Chuck told him and Taffee immediately dropped his gun. “Back up.” Taffee did and looked over at his boy. The kid wasn’t paying attention to anything but his fingernails.
Chuck retrieved the gun, an older M1911 .45 caliber pistol, and handed it to the black woman without taking his eyes off Taffee.
“Can either of you drive a bike?” The older woman told him no and the younger just shook her head hard enough tears were flung off. “Okay, both of you get on that last bike in line but leave room for me.”
They did as he told them. Chuck walked over to Dog and Slick’s bike and kicked them over. He pulled the keys out of both and tossed them as far as he could. When he got to Taffee’s bike he asked the boy toy if he could drive and wanted to leave. The kid looked at Taffee then back at Chuck. The kid shrugged and climbed forward onto the bike, started it and pulled away from the house without looking back or saying a word of thanks.
Taffee started hollering at the kid until Chuck aimed at him again.
When the kid was long gone, Chuck told the black woman to keep her gun on Taffee until he got his bike started. She nodded.
Chuck put his gun in its shoulder holster and straddled the big bike. It was heavier with two women on it, but Chuck was strong enough to handle the big Harley. He had his head turned and had just started the bike when he heard the black woman fire off two rounds. Startled, he looked back and Taffee was on the ground, clutching his leg. Chuck caught a glimpse of another hand gun on the ground. Taffee must have had a second gun hidden somewhere. Chuck hadn’t thought of that and it might have gotten them killed.
The younger girl started screaming again and the black woman was hollering something at the man on the ground.
“Shut up, woman. Just shut the hell up and let me get us out of here,” he hollered at her over the sound of the Harley.
She continued to holler at the man on the ground as Chuck put the bike into gear and started to accelerate away. She shot again and Chuck almost dumped the bike.
“Dammit woman, put the gun away. He can’t catch us now and he can’t shoot us and you’re going to get us killed,” Chuck said over his shoulder, concentrating on not wrecking the bike. “And make sure the safety is on so you don’t shoot me in the ass.”
“I know how to use a gun, mister. I ain’t a stupid helpless woman who doesn’t know how to defend herself. I know how guns work…”
“For the love of God woman, just shut up. I just killed two men and I’m not in the mood to hear any shit. Just put the gun away and sit still until we are far enough away from here.”
The woman shut up.
Chuck weaved the bike around wrecks and bodies in the road until he hit a clear area. The sun was over the mountains now and it was starting to get dark, but Chuck wanted at least 20 miles between him and where he’d killed two men.
Half a mile from where they’d left a wounded Taffee and two dead bodies they saw the boy toy again. He must have lost control of the big bike and laid it down. Without a helmet, the boy’s head hadn’t stood a chance against the pavement.
Chuck didn’t stop.
He got on State Road 99 and followed it to I-5. He was trying to outrun the memory and didn’t pull back off the highway until he saw some industrial buildings west of the highway. He slowed the bike and took the off ramp. There were no street lights or building lights and it was getting hard to see beyond the headlights of his bike.
He found a truck stop, pulled into the parking lot and turned off the bike. All three climbed off. The young girl still had blood on her face and Chuck could see tear streaks from the wind.
The black woman was stretching and talking quietly with the girl as Chuck walked around the building.
He walked back to them. “There’s an open door. We can probably find flashlights inside and probably a place to sleep for the night
Chuck retrieved the gun, an older M1911 .45 caliber pistol, and handed it to the black woman without taking his eyes off Taffee.
“Can either of you drive a bike?” The older woman told him no and the younger just shook her head hard enough tears were flung off. “Okay, both of you get on that last bike in line but leave room for me.”
They did as he told them. Chuck walked over to Dog and Slick’s bike and kicked them over. He pulled the keys out of both and tossed them as far as he could. When he got to Taffee’s bike he asked the boy toy if he could drive and wanted to leave. The kid looked at Taffee then back at Chuck. The kid shrugged and climbed forward onto the bike, started it and pulled away from the house without looking back or saying a word of thanks.
Taffee started hollering at the kid until Chuck aimed at him again.
When the kid was long gone, Chuck told the black woman to keep her gun on Taffee until he got his bike started. She nodded.
Chuck put his gun in its shoulder holster and straddled the big bike. It was heavier with two women on it, but Chuck was strong enough to handle the big Harley. He had his head turned and had just started the bike when he heard the black woman fire off two rounds. Startled, he looked back and Taffee was on the ground, clutching his leg. Chuck caught a glimpse of another hand gun on the ground. Taffee must have had a second gun hidden somewhere. Chuck hadn’t thought of that and it might have gotten them killed.
The younger girl started screaming again and the black woman was hollering something at the man on the ground.
“Shut up, woman. Just shut the hell up and let me get us out of here,” he hollered at her over the sound of the Harley.
She continued to holler at the man on the ground as Chuck put the bike into gear and started to accelerate away. She shot again and Chuck almost dumped the bike.
“Dammit woman, put the gun away. He can’t catch us now and he can’t shoot us and you’re going to get us killed,” Chuck said over his shoulder, concentrating on not wrecking the bike. “And make sure the safety is on so you don’t shoot me in the ass.”
“I know how to use a gun, mister. I ain’t a stupid helpless woman who doesn’t know how to defend herself. I know how guns work…”
“For the love of God woman, just shut up. I just killed two men and I’m not in the mood to hear any shit. Just put the gun away and sit still until we are far enough away from here.”
The woman shut up.
Chuck weaved the bike around wrecks and bodies in the road until he hit a clear area. The sun was over the mountains now and it was starting to get dark, but Chuck wanted at least 20 miles between him and where he’d killed two men.
Half a mile from where they’d left a wounded Taffee and two dead bodies they saw the boy toy again. He must have lost control of the big bike and laid it down. Without a helmet, the boy’s head hadn’t stood a chance against the pavement.
Chuck didn’t stop.
He got on State Road 99 and followed it to I-5. He was trying to outrun the memory and didn’t pull back off the highway until he saw some industrial buildings west of the highway. He slowed the bike and took the off ramp. There were no street lights or building lights and it was getting hard to see beyond the headlights of his bike.
He found a truck stop, pulled into the parking lot and turned off the bike. All three climbed off. The young girl still had blood on her face and Chuck could see tear streaks from the wind.
The black woman was stretching and talking quietly with the girl as Chuck walked around the building.
He walked back to them. “There’s an open door. We can probably find flashlights inside and probably a place to sleep for the night
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